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WPC The young man held a gun to the head of god Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is the heart The rancid pealing soul Scratch pictures on asylum walls Broken nails and matchsticks Hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic Red fix One man's poison another man's meat One man's agony another man's treat Artaud lived with his neck placed Firmly in the noose Eyes black with pain Limbs in cramps, contorted The theatre and it's double The void and the aborted Those indians wank on his bones Overshadowed by her sister Pretty girl would scream, King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean Consider green lakes And the idiocy of clocks Someone shot notalgia in the back Someone shot our innocence And all our colours have run A broken arrow in a bloody pool The wound in the face Of midnight proposals Someone shot notalgia in the back Someone shot our innocence In the shadow of his smile In the shadow of his smile In the shadow of his smile In the shadow of his smile All our dreams have melted down We are hiding in the bushes From dead men Doing Douglas Fairbanks stunts All our stories burnt Our films lost in the rushes We can't paint any pictures As the moon has all our brushes Extracting wasps from stings in flight Who killed Mr. Moonlight? Who killed Mr. Moonlight? In the shadow of his smile Who killed Mr. Moonlight? In the shadow of his smile Her gaze hit the side of mine So i opened it out To destroy what you though was difference So i lied to you once again So i painted over you once again So i died before you once again What's the difference Come clearly where the flavour is Seen here in black and white You've got two seconds baby boy In burning light white light What's the difference Clear up what you are Burn out these eyes Rip up this place and scream I am your slice of life Shivering under lamposts Shivering under glass Your standing on charisma again God knows it cannot last What's the difference Ice inside your body Blood inside your soul Yet still twelve faces stand around Hugging your skinny bones What's the difference So clear up what you are Burn out these eyes Rip up this place and scream I am your slice of life And the car opened him up to so much more And the money is brighter with a wider smile And the problem expands inside your head I am your slice of life Running without aim Through the razor needs That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice, we make a point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold Let's be near the atmosphere But your mornings will be brighter Break the line Tear up rules Make the most of a million times no X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X Another file downloaded from: The NIRVANAnet(tm) Seven & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Taipan Enigma 510/935-5845 Burn This Flag Zardoz 408/363-9766 realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 510/527-1662 Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 801/278-2699 The New Dork Sublime Biffnix 415/864-DORK The Shrine Rif Raf 206/794-6674 Planet Mirth Simon Jester 510/786-6560 "Raw Data for Raw Nerves" X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X

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